I am packing for Dragon*Con as we speak and trying to finish (read: create) my speech for Saturday morning (10 AM, come see me). Of course, I am up against the parade, so I might be speaking to an empty room.
Regardless, I have the D*C app and if you do too, we should be friends. We should all be friends!
My e-mail address just put your friend code there or put it here in the comments.
Here is a code for whoever gets to it first!
PS I WILL BE IN COSTUME BITCHES
This is the talk I gave at Dragon*Con last year, which was itself an expansion on the talk I gave at TAM9. It’s about how to use emotions to your advantage when trying to promote a cause. I talk about Prop 8, the importance of social justice in getting people to like atheists, and how to be a dick in an effective way.
The powerpoint and notes for the presentation are here: http://freethoughtblogs.com/ashleymiller/2011/09/06/do-be-a-dick-sometimes-emotions-and-skeptics/
And you can watch! Here.
I’ve had a craaaaazy couple of weeks here.
The bizarre tale.
I’ve been thinking about going back to school for a while – I browsed through different PhDs online for film or creative writing and I looked at law school, but the first two seemed impractical and as I didn’t think I could get a full ride to Stanford, the last one didn’t seem to have a lot of appeal. A month ago I saw a program at USC (South Carolina) in Mass Communications, which is right in line with my interests and previous degrees, so I applied for the spring semester of 2012, being the next semester available.
I got a phone call on the Tuesday before the Thursday that class started, asking me why I applied for the Spring Semester (because it was the next one to apply to!) and, if they could get me funding, would I be at all interested in coming this fall. I said, “Sure, if you get me funding,” as I am not made of money. So then I talked to him on Thursday, which was the first day of classes for the semester, and he asked me to come down and talk to everyone. So I spent 2 hours interviewing, meeting, being grilled on stats — all at the end of the first day of classes.
I got offered a graduate research assistantship and had about 6 hours to decide if I could do it or not. And so I am a future doctor and my life exploded into massive amounts of chaos that are slowly pulling themselves back into vague order.
I had about 247 administrative type things to do for the University, had to figure out how to do two weeks notice at my job and go to school at the same time, and prepare for speaking at Dragon*Con, and catch up on all the school stuff I had missed.